After more than a hundred years of vacation, Beiwudang has become a very prosperous place, equivalent to the capital of the northern country. There are many palaces everywhere between the cliffs. Below, deep in the white clouds, in the fields and villages, everywhere are homes and towns...
Even every episode of the stairs that go up the mountain has been carefully repaired, with huge bluestone slabs and specially treated wooden fences that lay a royal garden passage full of poetry and picturesqueness.
This was the plan of Li Yi, the Minister of Works at that time.
Over the years, I have spent every day in busyness and tension. Countless big and small things, no exaggeration, are real daily affairs.
If you want to be a diligent ruler, then you will find that there are endless things waiting for you every day.
In those years, Empress Dowager Feng rarely remembered old friends.
All those who have gratitude and resentment have become the past.
Until I stood here, my memory suddenly rekindled: I remember my name - Fangfei!
Fang Fei from the Kingdom of Dayan - a humble little palace maid, who doesn't know whose surname or whose parents - is just a little slave who was impersonated and sacrificed as the daughter of the King of Dayan.
Until today, she can't stand here.
Climb up and look into the distance, and look at the short life - long decades.
The young emperor stood under a big tree.
He also wore a grand outfit after the crown ceremony - no longer the crown of the green jujube like the former Luojia. But the heavy crown of the Han people with pearls swaying in front and back. There was only two sperm inserted on the top.
The feathers of the brown chicken I chose. He has a tall figure, high eyebrows, a straight nose, and a handsome face, just like a brave and fearless knight - a natural king.
His face looked very much like a man.
However, his expression and behavior are so different.
She stared at him as if it was another self. Her voice was soft: "Hong'er, do you know why I gave you a name Li Huan?"
He was shocked.
It was a taboo - a palace secret - a legend circulating in the market. As a child, he never dared to mention it, and of course no one mentioned it in front of him. However, he knew that it was a man who was beheaded.